It looks like I will be attending the circus this weekend. Clowns, elephants, cotton candy, no alcohol. What the hell was I thinking?
I think what convinced me was the promise of a human cannonball. We don’t get that sort of excitement in Nebraska too often.
I sort of owed the kid a circus as we missed it last year because of the tornado, and he pretty much pestered me for hours today after hearing the ringmaster being interviewed on the radio. I thought about renting Freaks for Danny to watch before going, but then I decided to be a good less awful adequate parent and just let him develop his own healthy fear of circus performers.
I’d better get some damn good cotton candy out of this, or at the very least a Sno-Cone.